I do not write how-to pieces – I write about what grips and doesn’t let go. These notes sit with the things that keep you awake and refuse a neat ending. Psychoanalysis here is not a tool for control; it is a way to stay in contact with reality through shame and desire, without pretending the difficult parts should vanish.

I do not answer from a height – I ask beside you, and I stay long enough for something honest to appear.

Each entry is a quiet encounter to sit with – not a post to skim. The unconscious learns a language, and you hear your own meanings rise in it. You do not read only with your eyes – you read with your experience, and the text changes accordingly. This page gathers every doorway to that work in one place, not as a feed but as an archive of encounters. Enter where the question feels alive, and leave when the echo has done its job.

~ Anastasia Bartrum